Lu Mingfei was walking across a meadow in full bloom. Ethereal singing drifted on the breeze, and butterflies fluttered past his ears before turning into vibrant petals that swirled toward the horizon.
"Again?" Lu Mingfei looked around. He knew very well that in reality, he was right in the middle of the biting Siberian winds. Siberia certainly didn't have a place full of blooming flowers; the only explanation was that he was dreaming, yet the dream was clearer than ever before. Every time this happened in the past, it was the work of the Little Devil.
Yet he searched all around and couldn't find the Little Devil anywhere. How strange; this guy always made himself easy to find, so why was he hiding this time?
Chapter 36